downward spiral

now just pieces of glasses on the floor.
picked up thrown and looked down upon.
Did you really have to break every other little pieces of me?
I was only cracked, maybe a little chipped around the edges.

Your reflection shines back at you in those millions of little pieces
those little pieces of me.
You want to pick them up, put me back together.
But you cut your hand trying.
Are you scared of a little blood, darling?

Here I am, irreplaceable.
Here you are, wondering if that's true.
Maybe you'll just walk out the door and find someone who wasn't cracked,
wasn't chipped.
They could be a little dirty, but you'll clean them off.
That's what you've lead me to believe.

So is that it then?
both broken, both lonely, bothn longing for each other.
But you're not gonna forget how I cut you when you tried to help.
How could you even imagine forgetting such a vile thing.
I can't forget how I cut you
But i'm just as broken as you are.
It's as if, I don't even matter.
You say you know that feeling,
don't try and tell me that I don't.